November 24, 2004

Why

I have been craving to reach my American Dream but it's still a long cold winter in New England.

The unclaimed Bouquet of roses are still fresh and the grey sky over Boston is like a curtain that hide my dream. I have been reaching for the star but the star just keep on fading. Why do I have to wear the crown of thorns?

I am not the savior of this world but just a lamb that wasn't butchered. I write like any other man who feels betray by others and being betray by himself. I sweat like a cow in the Philippines and freeze like a river in America. I haven't failed and will continue to wipe my sweat and break the frozen river to conquer the destiny that I haven't reach.



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